Heaven will never welcome a sweeter mama,

And Earth will never lose a greater soul.

 

Today I went again to that old home place

Down the lane where I played when just a lad.

And all those good times, they possessed my memories.

What an empty feeling, there was no one to welcome me.

 

I walked up the steps, they were worn and weathered.

The porch was green with moss and falling down.

Oh, but then I saw it,

That wreath on my mama’s door.

Oh, if I could have been there,  just one day before.

 

Heaven will never welcome a sweeter mama;

Earth will never lose a greater soul.

 

Her favorite spot was sitting by the window,

Rocking in an old rocking chair.

With her apron and her dress of calico

Listening to the raindrops, watching the falling snow.

 

If only I had spent more time with Mama

Sitting ‘round that old cabin door,

But she’s gone now and there’s nothing I can do

But ask God for a mansion Mama,

In Heaven next door to you.

 

Heaven will never welcome a sweeter mama;

No, Earth will never lose a greater soul.